<<NEW STORY>> Stacey's Japanese Ordeal by Dawson (M+/f, nc) Part II

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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced sexual
behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the
writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.
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Stacey's Japanese Ordeal
by James Dawson
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Chapter Two

Martin took the book from the nervous girl standing in front of the window
and stepped back. He moved over to the near couch and sat down on the
edge. He took a deep breath as he gazed at her. What a body, he thought to
himself. He'd really picked a winner this time. She looked so vulnerable
standing with her feet together like a nervous child in front of her
class. She was clearly on the verge of tears and thought she was making a
great sacrifice for love. He tried not to laugh.
"Okay, let's get a couple of nice leg shots," he said.
Stacey looked down at the floor. She seemed paralyzed.
"Just lift up the front of your dress."
Slowly her hands moved over to her sides. Her rigid looking
fingers grasped the material. She began to inch it up. Her long white
stocking legs began to come into view. She raised it up Her delicate knees
showed, and then her thighs.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
She raised her dress up to the lacy tops of her white stockings.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
"Bend one knee..."
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
"Great...now spread your feet apart a bit...raise it higher..."
She turned her face away in embarrassment as she moved her feet
apart and raised her dress all the way up to her panties. She could feel
the air on the nude tops of her thighs.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
She had to stifle a little sob as she heard the excited Japanese
voices. She could see them out of the corner of her eye move around
getting different shots. They took turns moving around the stricken girl.
"Okay," said Martin after a few moments. "Now turn around and face
out the window."
She looked up at him for a second with a pleading look that said
she wasn't sure she could do this. But after a few seconds, still holding
her dress, she slowly turned her self around. She stared out the window at
the twinkling lights of Tokyo. She looked at the windows of the nearby
buildings and gasped at the thought that maybe someone might be watching
this degrading spectacle.
"Give us the same shot from the back." She heard his voice from
behind her. She let go of the dress and reached around behind her and
slowly began raising the back of her dress. GOD, she thought to herself,
Please let this end soon...
Once again, the men watched her dress rise like a curtain over her
long, shapely legs, over her calves and the backs of her knees. Again she
stopped at the tops of her stockings.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
"Spread your feet again...and lean forward "
She moved her feet a shoulder's width apart and leaned forward.
She felt her bottom stick out behind her.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
"Great," said Martin. He had to struggle to keep his own
excitement from showing. "Now...gather up the bottom of your dress...and
raise it up to your waist."
She closed her eyes. This was a turning into a nightmare. She
reached down and gathered the material of her dress and did as he asked.
She lifted it all the way up to her hips, exposing the crotch of her
panties. She held her dress in a knot in front of her.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
"All the way..."
She slowly raised it further, up until the full, round cheeks of
her white panty covered bottom slowly came into their view. She raised it
all the way above her hips to her waist and let out a little gasp of shame
as she heard a Japanese chorus of approval behind her. Though her closed
eyes she heard the clicking of the cameras. She hoped against hope that
Martin was right, and that no one from outside could see in. She shuttered
at the thought of the embarrassing spectacle she was presenting holding
her dress up like this...showing off her panties and stockings. What was
she doing?, she asked herself. Her mind spun in confusion.
"Okay, your doing great," said Martin. "It's almost over."
She could here the voices pick up again. There was laughter in
their discussion, and it made her cringe. She was humiliated at the
thought of them laughing at her.
"Okay, let's have you turn and face us," said Martin.
She let her dress fall back down and ran her hands over it,
smoothing it down. Slowly, she turned herself back around. She looked over
at her boyfriend. She couldn't face looking at the Japanese. "Wh...why
are they l...laughing?" she asked softly. She didn't want to make a scene.
She was so embarrassed she could hardly speak.
Martin stared at her for a second. "Because...because one of these
gentlemen...ah...one of these guys had his thumb over his camera
lens...and just realized it..." lied Martin. He couldn't even imagine
telling her what they were really saying.
She glanced over towards the Japanese and then down at the floor
in an obvious state of distress and confusion. The Japanese bristled with
anticipation.
"Okay," Martin continued, "now let's let them get a few with the
dress off."
She didn't move for a moment, and tried to fight off panicking.
She didn't know if she could do it. She tried to tune out the voices
before her. Slowly, she reached down again and grabbed the bottom of her
dress. Her hands clutched around the material. She took a deep breath and
began to raise it again.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Once again it came up over her long shapely legs, up her thighs to
her panties.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
She choked back a gasp as it came up over her stomach. She
maneuvered it carefully over her big strapless bra, careful not to upset
it's generous contents.
"AHHHHHHHHH" came the chorus of Japanese voices as her bra was
exposed. The sound shocked her, causing her to stop for a second. The
dress was up around her face, though, and she pulled it up over her head.
She quickly held it up in front of her. Her hand went up to cover her face
in embarrassment.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The cameras started to thunder in her ears.
She heard them laugh again and closed her eyes in shame. She
didn't think it was a finger over the lens this time.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
She stood there, paralyzed, holding her dress as the eager
Japanese clicked away. She could see the one with the video camera moving
around. She started to feel sick.
"Almost done..." said Martin. "...now...just let the dress
fall..."
She hesitated...and then finally released her grip on the dress,
allowing it to fall to the floor.
"AAHHHHHHHHH" CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
She crossed her arms in front of her, covering her big breasts
bulging from strapless bra.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Flashes seemed to be going off in all directions.
"Take your arms down..." said Martin, "...let them see..."
She stood there for a moment and then slowly lowered her arms.
"AAAHHHHHHH" another murmur of Japanese approval. Martin himself
had to keep from groaning at the sight of the innocent young woman
standing on embarrassed display in front of the window. Her shape was
incredible, a perfect hourglass. Her breasts looked oversized in the
strapless bra that pushed them up on her chest. Her long legs were
accentuated by the flare of her hips and the white stockings with the
delicate band of lace around the middle of her thighs. It was an
incredible sight.
The Japanese began moving around flashing away frantically. The
one with the video stood right in front of her and panned his camera up
and down the humiliated girl's body. Martin could see she on the verge of
tears as she was trying to ignore him, as well as the flashes that kept
popping off. She looked over at him suddenly tearfully. He let her stand
there for a few moments.
"Okay," he said finally. "Let's have you turn around..."
She looked at though she might argue...but didn't. She slowly
turned herself around so that she was once again facing out of the window.
She looked out at the twinkling lights and tried to let her mind drift
away from the humiliation she was experiencing. She scanned the windows on
the buildings that were facing her and shuttered again at the thought that
someone might be able to see.
"Lean forward and put your hands up on the glass..." she heard
Martin say behind her. "And spread your feet apart...like you were being
searched."
Martin watched as she slowly leaned herself forward and reached up
to the glass. He took another sip of his drink and wondered how far he
could push her. She was young, and thousands of miles away from home, and
he knew she really was into him. How far would he go? He smiled as he
watched her spread eagle against the window and thought about how good the
video from across the street was going to look. From his vantage point,
however, her full, round, panty-covered ass stuck out from atop her long
legs. The Japanese clicked away madly...they were almost in a frenzy.
Martin wondered how far she would go. He let the Japanese snap away until
they began to look over at him expectantly. He could see the animal lust
on their faces. He felt a rush of lust himself as he looked back at the
girl standing so vulnerably in front of them, and thought about what would
happen when the blonde beauty with the big tits was in their clutches
without him there- how they would humiliate her by making her strip in
public places or sit through a dinner party totally nude.
"You're doing great," said Martin.
"A...are...we done...?" she asked softly, still holding her
position. "Please..." Her voice betrayed her fear that there was more to
come. If she only knew.
"Just about..." said Martin. He got up off of the couch and took a
few steps toward her. "You see these guys are really impressed with how
beautiful you are." He walked right up to her and adopted a conspiratorial
tone. "And...well...their putting a lot of pressure on me here..."
"Please, Martin," she said, obviously trying to keep her voice
calm. "My God, this is SO embarrassing..."
"I know, Honey," he said reassuringly. "We're not going to do what
they want...I mean...we're not going to have you take off EVERYTHING..."
"Oh, my G...No...please...don't..."
He realized how far she was out of her element- in another land,
another culture, and that she was unsure what to do. She was vulnerable.
He let his eyes drift down around her front and saw her heavy breasts
against the strapless bra. Their weight seemed to beg to be set free.
"But...well...we need to compromise here..." he continued. He
leaned his head back and his eyes moved over her slim back down to her
full hips and luscious bottom which was positioned so provocatively.
"...let's let them see your bottom..."
She let out a gasp. "MARTIN..."
"You don't have to take your panties off..." he said, his eyes on
the round cheeks, "...just take them down a bit..." He reached out and put
his hands on her shoulders. He gently pulled backward, pulling her away
from the window so that she was no longer leaning on it. He pulled her so
she stood back upright, still facing out the window. She reached up and
covered his hand with hers. She gripped it tightly. "Please,
Martin...please stop this..."
Martin leaned forward and spoke into her ear. "Come on, Honey," he
said, "they're not going to see anything...important...just your
bottom..." He gripped her shoulders more tightly and spoke more
forcefully. "This are really important clients," he continued, "now don't
argue with me here..." He suddenly moved away and backed up to his seat on
the couch leaving her standing uncertainly.
The men all stared at the shapely girl with the blonde hair
standing with her back to them in just her panties, bra and stockings .
They all knew what was coming next and their mouths were dry with
anticipation. The Japanese began speaking among themselves. For them, this
was an exciting preview of what was going to become a toy for them. One
began talking about his time with her, and how he was planning to have her
work out in his yard on her hands and knees in the dirt- naked- while he
watched from a chair.
The other men laughed and turned to look at her again. Another
Japanese said that his son had just turned sixteen, and that he thought he
would have her over when his son and his friends were there and make her
take her clothes off and be inspected by the curious boys.
More laughter.
The sound made her look up at the men's reflection in the window
and she cringed as she realized that they were laughing at her- laughing
at her standing there in her underwear. She felt a rush of adrenaline and
wanted to run. But to where? She suddenly felt like an idiot. Her mind
raced. Why would Martin make her do this? She asked herself. He was such a
nice guy, so unspoiled despite all of his money. She began to wonder what
was going on and realized that she was many thousands of miles away from
home. She didn't even have a return ticket, Martin had it. She started to
feel scared, and it mixed with her humiliation.
"Come on, Honey," she heard his voice. "We're almost done. Just
slip your panties down."
Oh my God, she thought. She was trapped. She suddenly realized she
had no choice but to go along. She had to pull her panties down in front
of these men. She had to let them take pictures of her nude bottom. She
tried to calm herself.
Martin could see it all in her face in the reflection in the
window. He'd seen it many times before- the moment of submission- and his
prick surged. This would just be the first of many such moments for her,
and he almost came in his pants at the thought of her having to undress in
front of a group of Japanese boys. His mind wandered to some of scenes in
her future- some of the pictures she was going to pose for.
He watched as her timid hands slowly reached up to her panties.
She slid her thumbs into the sides of her waistband. She hesitated and
then slowly began to push them down. She eased the over her hips showing
them the tops of her bottom cheeks.
The Japanese were on the verge of hysteria, and their voices
started chattering as their cameras started clicking away as though they
were all talking at once.
Martin heard a little sob escape from her as she pushed her
panties all the way down, exposing the full roundness of her whole bottom
and the dark cleft between her cheeks. The material bunched up at the top
of her thighs.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The Japanese moved around getting different
angles as she buried her face in her hands. Martin drank in the sight of
the humiliated girl standing in front of the window with her panties down.
He could tell that she was on the verge of breaking down. He didn't want
to lose her now as the show was tremendous, but fair was fair, and the men
watching from across the street- the ones who would be doing the bidding
on the distraught girl- deserved to see the merchandise. They deserved to
see pussy hair.
"A little farther down, Honey," he said. "Take them right down
your thighs...so they can see your whole bottom."
His heart pounded as he watched and waited. He stared at her
luscious nude ass as she hesitated and then slowly once again, her hands
came up to her sides. Her shoulders seemed slumped as she leaned forward
and slid her thumbs into her panties and pushed them farther down her
legs. Her nude bottom stuck out with the action.
The Japanese cameras went wild.
Martin leaned forward and to the side to look at her reflection in
the window as she stood back upright. Yes, the delicate blonde triangle
was clearly visible. He imagined the commotion the sight was causing in
the anonymous looking windows that faced the girl. She instinctively moved
her hands in front of it.
"Just let your hands hang at your sides," he said.
She slowly moved her hands away, and then her right flew up to
cover her mouth in shame.
He let her stand there for a few moments. The Japanese moved
around taking pictures, and kept looking back at him to see what was next.
They wanted her naked, on the floor with her legs wide open so they could
get pussy shots. One of them had also brought several dildos and asked if
Martin could get her to get up on the table on her hands and knees and put
one in her pussy and one in her ass.
The men all stared back and forth at her as they made their
suggestions, pausing periodically to snap yet another photo. They were
clearly excited out of their minds. The stunning blonde had them totally
rabid.
Martin let them all get their excited requests out and then
explained to them that the show was over, and that the bidding process
would now begin. He reiterated his email address and the code they were to
use.
The clients went suddenly quiet and shared expressions as though
someone had barged into their dinner had taken the food from their mouths.
They all turned and looked at the humiliated girl still standing in the
window with her bottom exposed while Martin went back over the ground
rules. The bidding was for a 24-hour period and no permanent marks were to
be left. Any and all photos and videos were for private use only and not
to be published. They could use her pussy and her asshole, but would have
to take care with the latter and not cause any damage. And, of course,
they had to use condoms. They began to negotiate on the spot. They wanted
her naked.
Stacey's heart pounded as she listened to the discussion in
Japanese. What were they saying? Her mind raced as she wondered. She
imagined for a moment what her nude bottom must look like. Martin wouldn't
do anything terrible, she told herself. He would just let them get their
dirty pictures. She wanted desperately to reach back and pull her panties
up and had to fight the urge. She looked out the window again at the
building facing her and gasped as she saw the curtains open in one of the
windows. She looked around and realized that it looked like a lot more
curtains were open then when she first looked out. She wondering if she
was imagining it. GOD, she thought. What if Martin really was wrong...what
if people could see...
"Stacey," Her thoughts were interrupted by Martin's voice. Her
heart raced.
"They want to get their last pictures, so we need you to turn
around again...just as you are."
She closed her eyes for a moment. This was horrible. If she left
her panties where they were and turned to face them...they'd be able to
see...
"One last thing, though..."
Her throat tightened up as she heard his voice.
"...before you turn around...could you just take your bra off..."
She was stunned for a moment. It took a second for her to realize
what he'd said. "Wha....what?" she asked in disbelief.
"We have to negotiate here, Honey," he said. "Now they'd like you
to take off everything...to go totally naked..."
"God, please," she said in a little voice.
"They'd like you to lie on the couch nude and really do some
poses..."
What was happening? Her mind flooded with confusion. She was on a
dream vacation...and then...
"They just love girls with big boobs here," Martin continued. "So
let's compromise and you just slip your bra off...turn around and let them
get a few pictures...and it will be all done. I promise."
Tears welled up in her eyes. Men were always staring at her big
breasts, always making rude comments, making her feel cheap. And now...now
she was being asked to take off her bra and stand there while they stared
and took pictures...
"Come on, Honey," he said, sensing her indecision. "It will just
take a minute..." He stared at her smooth, nude back and the white band of
material and the little eyelets that held her bra together. His eyes
drifted down again to her naked ass with the panties rudely bunched up
around her thighs. He had to fight the impulse to walk over there and put
his hands on that ass, to give her a sound spanking, to making the cheeks
turn bright red, and then pulling them apart and fucking her against the
window...
"Promise...promise that no one's going to see these pictures..."
Her little voice brought him back to reality. It was so weak, so unsure.
She was resigned, he could tell. Jesus, if she had any idea what was
coming.
"I promise," he replied. God, she was so innocent- so clueless.
"These are my clients, Honey. I know them, I've worked with them a long
time," he lied, "this is only for their personal collections..."
The room went quite for a moment. Martin wondered about the stress
level in the rooms that faced the window. He imagined prostitutes sucking
away on the cocks of men feverishly grasping binoculars.
All eyes, far more than she realized, were riveted on Stacey as
she slowly reached up behind her and grasped the bra strap. She tried to
clear her mind...to think of anything else, as her fingers fidgeted with
it and one by one, the eyelets popped free.
Martin looked over at his clients. It looked as though they had
been suspended in time. All watched with their mouths open. His attention
went back to Stacey as the two halves of her bra strap separated. He
watched her now nude back as she pulled the bra around and held it in
front of her. Her shoulders slumped forward in shame.
"Just let it drop, Honey," said Martin.
She let out a little sob as she stood for a moment holding her
bra. Finally, she let go, and it fell down around her feet. She held her
arms in front of her.
"Put your hands behind your back." He had to give the audience
outside a shot he thought as she slowly lowered her arms and moved her
hands back over her naked bottom. He let her stand there for a moment in
her naked splendor. His heart pounded with excitement as he imagined the
commotion behind the windows facing them.
"Okay...now turn around."
She hesitated a moment and then reached back around for her
panties to pull them back up.
"NO," said Martin sharply. "Leave them."
She stopped and stood still for a moment. And then, slowly, she
pulled her hand back into place and turned around bringing her big nude
tits into their view. They were gorgeous, perfectly big and round. Her
oversized nipples stuck out from her large areolas. All eyes went down to
her exposed pussy and the delicate blonde "V," which looked obscene with
her panties at half mast.
Excited Japanese voices filled the room as they sprang into
action. The cameras began clicking wildly and the guy with video paced
back and forth across her exposed body. They stared at her
Stacey was suddenly overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. Her
hands flew up to her face and she began to cry into them. Her arms mashed
her breasts together. It had an animal effect on the men. Their voices
raised excitedly as they vied to capture the moment of her total
humiliation.
Martin couldn't move. One inch and he was sure he'd come in his
pants. He watched the men who were certainly getting their money's worth.
He looked back at Stacey standing there exposed. It was the most horrible
moment of her young life he was sure. He thought about later when he would
hold her as she cried. He'd stroke her long blonde hair as he told her how
sorry he was, but how great and brave she'd been and how much he
appreciated her. Then he'd gently roll her over on her back and take
whatever she was still wearing off and run his hands over her smooth, soft
skin. She would whimper quietly in confusion as he touched her big breasts
and teased her fat nipples. Then he'd look into her eyes as he ran his
hand down between her thighs and grazed his fingers over her pussy lips.
She wouldn't want him to. She might even ask him not to. But he would. It
was the best one, fucking her knowing that tomorrow he was turning her
over to the highest bidders from this evening's audience. He might even
check his email first to know how much it would be- and who. He knew the
"doctor" would bid whatever was necessary. Tomorrow she would definitely
be getting a thorough "examination." So would the man with the 16 year-old
son and he smiled as he imagined her lying naked on a table as a group of
boys inspected her. And, of course, there was the "subway" guy. He would
want to dress her up in a revealing outfit and take video as he made her
stand in the crowded subway trains with her back to the passengers and
endure whatever groping came along. The man had a few partners that would
get on and off and would initiate action along the way. Martin had seen
some of his videos. Sometimes the girls were even partially stripped, or
made to wear their panties around their knees.
He let her stand there a while sobbing as the men took pictures
and video. She'd better get used to it, he thought, because it a position
she was going to find herself in a lot in the coming days.
This was just the beginning.

(End of part II)

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